After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

Song Boyan looked up at her after hearing this.

"Wait a minute." Tang Li turned around with his backpack in his back, turned his back to the sofa, took out the leather bracelet from the pouch, and hesitated for a few seconds before turning around.

"Originally, the colored ropes were too thin. When I saw cowhide ropes in southern Yunnan, I bought some."

Saying that, she handed over the leather bracelet.

Black leather bracelet, interlaced and tightly woven, not as delicate as women's bracelets, it is a men's bracelet at a glance.

Both ends of the bracelet are designed with sterling silver buckles.

Tang Li said: "There are also jewelry stores run by ethnic minorities in southern Yunnan. After we made the bracelets, I went to the store and asked them to match the buckles."

Afraid of being disliked by the workmanship of the hand rope, Tang Li added: "Recently, the crew has announced that it is tight. After the film is finished, I plan to make up another one. As for this, I should try it out first."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to get the rope back, ready to press the bottom of the box.

Song Boyan didn't give it to her. He took a hand rope and looked at it: "Compared to other beginners, you have already compiled it very well. I don't see that you have talent in this area."

As the words fell, the man's gaze returned to her.

Touching the generosity in Song Boyan's eyes, Tang Li suddenly didn't know what to say, so he didn't rush to take back the hand rope, and even felt a little excited in his heart because of his praise, and then he couldn't help but ask, "Then do you want it? try it?"

After asking, she specifically explained: "This bracelet needs to be wound twice."

Song Boyan smiled: "This kind of buckle is not as convenient as the elastic adjustment buckle."

"I'll help you." Tang Li took the bracelet, squatted down beside Song Boyan's legs, and wrapped the leather bracelet around Song Boyan's watch-wearing left wrist.

The man's hand is much larger than hers, and not as soft as the girl's fingers.

Tang Li couldn't help remembering the time when Song Boyan picked herself up at the shooting range. In her sight, the back of the man's hand was not much flesh, but his knuckled fingers looked strong and powerful.

Wrap the hand rope, and happen to sandwich the red hand rope in the middle.

Tang Li put the buckle on: "Okay!"

She looked up and found that Song Boyan was looking at her quietly.

The sound of fireworks exploded from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The quietness in the apartment contrasted sharply with the liveliness of the night outside. Tang Li couldn't help curling up his hands on his knees. Even if Song Boyan's eyes were gentle, her ears were still red, and her chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy object. feel hypoxia.

In my mind, many pictures flashed across the scene.

Tang Li's thinking was momentarily short-circuited.

When she regained her senses, her right hand was already on the edge of the sofa, her upper body straightened, and she was very close to Song Boyan. The man's tall nose bridge and thin lips seemed to be under her nose.

The sound of firecrackers kept coming.

Realizing what he was doing, Tang Li's heart beat out of rhythm, the heat on his face was very high, but his body was unwilling to leave, and the whole person was immersed in some kind of contradictory thoughts.

Then, she heard a sigh.

Song Boyan held her hand on the sofa, leaned forward, the bridge of his nose swept across the tip of her nose, and a scent of tea mixed with tobacco approached, obviously very light, but like a tsunami attacking her territory, Tang Li subconsciously held his breath , her eyes wandered until she was gently kissed.

The man's thin lips pressed against hers softly, and her arm was pulled over and placed on the man's shoulder.

Song Boyan's right hand had already wrapped around her back, making her lean towards him.